Arya’s room, packing things for her trip to King’s Landing, having her direwolf assist her. Jon comes in to say goodbye before he leaves for the Night's Watch.
Arya Stark: Thank you, Nymeria. Septa Mordane says I have to do it again. "My things weren't properly folded", she says. Who cares how they're folded?! They're going to get all messed up anyway.
Jon Snow: It's good you've got help.
Arya Stark: Watch. Nymeria, gloves.
Jon Snow: Impressive.
Arya Stark: Shut up. Nymeria, gloves!
Jon Snow: I have something for you. And it has to be packed very carefully.
Arya Stark: A present?
Jon Snow: Close the door. This is no toy. Be careful you don't cut yourself.
Arya Stark: It's so skinny.
Jon Snow: So are you. I had the blacksmith make it for you special. It won't hack a man's head off, but it can poke him full of holes if you're quick enough.
Arya Stark: I can be quick.
Jon Snow: You'll have to work at it every day. How does it feel? Do you like the balance?
Arya Stark: I think so.
Jon Snow: First lesson: Stick them with the pointy end.
Arya Stark: I know which end to use.
Jon Snow: I'm going to miss you... Careful... All the best swords have names, you know.
Arya Stark: Sansa can keep her sewing needles. I've got a needle of my own.
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